Friday, February 4, 2011

Balloon Time

Been lately absorbed in dreamless sleeps
and visions only when I wake and the clock has
mishandled 5 hours or jumped ahead, head punch-drunk low
I'm picked up by Dorothy's balloon and, it's-- real-- colorful-
blotted out cornfield nightmare city-lines later,
forgotten the entire ride, or curled in a ball beneath windy flame,
eyes tight darkness un-watching, blinked ephemeral

time-lifting-jerked-dancing-shadow cast walls-howling- forgetful-
forever-foggy-time-stretching round-timeless-nothing-globe-

however--

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